You have heard tales of witches able to break their own collars, but never imagined you would actually find one. The power needed to shatter the warded dark iron collars is unfathomable. If she broke her collar again, and you did not have the drug, you could all be dead in moments. It is a risk you cannot afford to take, you need the aether. A slight narrowing of the Pytone's eyes tells you he is smiling as the realization dawns on you. You ask for the vials and you get the reply you knew was coming. "I am sorry, Oathsworn, but that was not part of our deal. However, if you are prepared to perform one more task for me, I am sure I can oblige."

He has trapped you again, will you never escape this snake's coils? Having just witnessed what this witch is capable of, you will need the vials of drugs to get her back to Verum. After everything that has happened, a part of you considers forcing the man to give you the vials, but the sight of the dozen or so guards within striking distance sobers the thought. The Five may be subject to the laws of Verum, but you are a long way from home. Only a fool would think The Pact would save you from a family like the Pytones. Feeling the knots gather between your shoulder blades, you ask him what he wants.

"You hunt monsters, do you not?" he asks, clearly smirking behind his ornate mask. "Well I want the heart from the greatest of them all. The Ogre of Thrace."